What's going on?
Why can't I feel anything.
What's that beeping?
What happened?
My head began pounding as I tried to come up with a reason for the numb & black surrounding me.
The last thing I remembered was a phone call...
Fuck.
He left me.
Willie left me.
He died on me.
The more I thought about it the more I remembered. I remembered the train ride today, the txt message he sent me. When I replied & he hadn't answered back.
"Don't come to the house after work. I love you Bells. I'm sorry"
We had a ritual. Every day after work I'd go to his apartment across the street from my little shit shack. No matter what'd we always hang out after we left our jobs? He owned a series of laundry mats. Small ones. We would always hang out, & just exist together. Now I'd never have that again... Never have his comfort. His understanding. He was gone. Like everything else in my life. Gone. Suddenly I didn't care if I woke up or not. It didn't matter.
Just as I came to that realization a sharp pain made me shoot up & my eyes open.
There was a beautiful blonde man in a white jacket injecting me with a syringe that had a thick needle.
I was in a hospital.
What?
"Why hello there Isabella, I'm Carlisle Cullen. Edward's father."
Edward.... who?
The dude from the toy store.
"Um, call me Bella"
I stated, wincing at the feeling in my throat & the sound of my voice. It felt as there was a cut in my throat, & I sounded like a 50 year old chain smoker.
"Well Bella, you were unconscious because your lack of oxygen & well you hit your head pretty hard as you landed. No one noticed until the ambulance came & picked you up, which is when you started screaming, what happened that gave you that kind of reaction?"
I don't remember screaming. As a matter of a fact I don't remember being able to move
it was too much to process me such a short amount of time.
"Dad, you're overwhelming her"
My head shot in the direction of that voice.
Edward.
What was he doing he here?
How did he know?
"Well hello Edward, I thought you went to go get some lunch?"
How long had he been here?!
"I changed my mind"
He turned in my direction.
"Dad may I speak to Bella for a moment?"
"Sure, son but if you plan on having her speak I suggest you get her some water."
"Ok"
"Bella" - stated, "If you feel uncomfortable or start to feel any pain at anytime just hit that button" then pointed to this funny looking remote thing containing a red button & a speaker.
"Ok dad that's enough"
As exited the room, Edward came closer, glass of water in his hand.
"Drink" was his only remark.
& that's what I did.
When I felt replenished enough as I began to speak he cut me off.
Asshole.
"Bella, I want to know what happened during that phone call. I was heading inside towards your station & just saw you on the phone and the you collapsed, I did my best to help you, so did that girl what was her name?... oh there we go. Angela"
Who the fuck did he think he was?
It none of his fucking business anyway.
He doesn't care.
Shut up!
"Maybe he does care. If you'd let him & stop being a prick about it" My subconscious sneered.
"Well Mr. Cullen I presume, although I'm immensely grateful for your interference, my life is none of your fucking business
